Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.